happiness
“All men seek happiness . . .
. . . This is without exception. Whatever different means they employ, they all tend to this end. The cause of some going to war, and of others avoiding it, is the same desire in both, attended with different views. The will never takes the least step but to this object. This is the motive of every action of every man, even of those who hang themselves.”
Blaise Pascal
The Great Secret to Happiness . . .
. . . is to like what you have. As in, for me, cats. Three of them. I am NOT a cat person. (I’m obviously also not much of a photographer–but I’m working on it. The middle photo, of the gray cat Smoggy, isn’t really a mistake so much as a reflection of her general personality.) I am a DOG person. I get this sappy grin on my face at the sight of a dog, any dog. I miss my darling little long-haired Chihuahua Lupita, who died several years ago. But, for various reasons having to do with expense, convenience, and life’s vicissitudes, I don’t have a dog right now. I could walk into the Denver Dumb Friends League tomorrow and get a dog on the spot, and believe me, I’m periodically tempted. But then I think of housebreaking, and walks, and how much easier it is to get a petsitter for three cats than for one dog, and I resist the temptation. I tell the cats all the time, “I love you guys, but you’re not dogs.” But hey, guess what? They’re what I have. So there it is. I can pine over the “not dogs” part, or rejoice in the “I love you guys” part.